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TDM #4 - Aurora Borealis Blitz [FIRST EDITION]

Pumpkin Hollow Gazette January Issue

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Pumpkin Hollow Gazette

1/10/24 | TDM #4 - AURORA BOREALIS BLITZ"
Content Warnings: "Further Details" section has independent CW labels.
Forecast: Heavy snow

BREAKING! REBUILDING HELP REQUESTED

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

A photo taken of the damage.

ACROSS PUMPKIN HOLLOW - City government is requesting aid with repairs to public buildings and local fixtures after the recent earthquakes on Tuesday, January 8th. While there was minimal damage to Town Hall itself, several important buildings sustained damage, including the Magpie National Bank, the South Train Station and the Clock Tower, which is now stuck with hands at 8pm.

Regarding the cause of the earthquake, local biologist Dr. Elias Coldwood was heard to say “There's never been seismic activity here.” And he’s a scientist, so he would know! But clearly this is no longer the case. Perhaps Pumpkin Hollow has a mysterious tiny civilization underground worshiping a destroyer god, planning to attack through the bowling alley, the moment we create a bowling alley. Perhaps not. More on this story as it unfolds, faithful readers.

In the meantime, volunteers to help with the damage to city buildings are invited to meet with Mayor Hellen Poe for assignments.

ANNUAL AURORA IN NORTHERN SKY

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

An artist's rendition of last year's view.

ABOVE MARROW ISLE - Midwinter is upon us! That means it’s the time of year when our skies light up with the technicolor gleam of the arctic north! Those looking northward between the hours of 10pm and 2am should be able to see beautiful curtains of bright green, blue, purple, and pink lighting up the sky above the island. If you plan to go outside to view the lights rather than looking from your window, please make sure you travel in a group and carry a lantern. May it be ever lit!

HOROSCOPES

By Cecil Gershwin Palmer

The image?

What do the stars say about you today?

Capricorn: Do you feel as if you’ve lost something? If not, it’s wise to double-check. Perhaps it’s not something like a button or a key, but your sense of wonder or your self-confidence. Remember, things tend to be in the last place you look.

Aquarius: Something about the year ending made you feel lighter, like taking off a heavy wool coat. Ride this burst of energy as far as it will take you, because the shiny of a fresh beginning tends to wear off quickly.

Pisces: Don’t worry, I don’t believe what everyone says behind your back. You’re not too sensitive or too naive. They’re just jealous. Really, most of the time when they’re whispering, it’s not even about you.

Aries: You’re the sort of warm individual that babies and animals are drawn to. Unfortunately, this may include hungry wolves and swarms of insects. But don’t let that bring you down! We need that sort of personality around here.

Taurus: There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be the best, until you work to stop others from also being the best. That’s called cheating and may lead to you being disqualified from competitions. If you get caught, that is.

Gemini: You know those riddles about the two guards, one who always tells the truth and one who always lies? Well, everyone hates those riddles with a passion. You’ll see for yourself, soon.

Cancer: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Leo: Your incandescent personality often makes you the center of attention. However, that’s not the only thing about you that glows. Moths may flock to you in the dark this week, and so might children afraid to sleep with the lights out.

Virgo: Be careful with your words–they aren’t just the precursors to your deeds, but the manifestation of your will. This is not a week for idioms and metaphors, not for you. Even something like bemoaning a lack of spoons may make eating cereal harder.

Libra: You are, inevitably, the first one heard to say a situation isn’t fair. And it’s not, nor will it ever be. Instead of getting upset, have you ever considered getting revenge? That’s usually more satisfying in the long run.

Scorpio: Ugh, Scorpios. The position of Venus means your usually volatile emotions will be in the doldrums instead. Enjoy this while it lasts I guess. Who knows if you’ll ever experience such peace again, given, well. You’re kind of an emotional mess and no one likes you.

Sagittarius: There will never be another day like today. You must strive to make the day everything you want it to be. No mistakes, now! Consider your choices very carefully. Consider your choice to consider, very carefully.

SUNFIRE'S HEARTH

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

A photo of Mayor Poe's cats, Toffee and Butter, enjoying the view.

ASSORTED LOCATIONS - As the coldest part of the year settles over our fair isle, it is time for Sunfire’s Hearth--- an informal celebration of bonfires and hearth flames, for those unfamiliar! For the months of January and February, a raised platform for bonfires will be lit on weekends, and restaurants and taverns across town will keep their fireplaces lit. Unlike many of our other festivities, there is no structured celebration--- simply make some time during this time to bask in the warmth of a fire! You can even celebrate at home.

An additional benefit of this time of year is that Merrymeet is well on its way. So take this time and get snuggly in front of a fire with your special person to get in the mood for romance! (Or they could be platonic snuggles. Whatever suits you best.)

LOCAL ALCHEMIST REPORTS MISSING POTION

By Yorick Aberdeen

The image?

Some of Mx. Sallek's usual stock. Could stand to have better labels./p>

LOCATION UNCERTAIN - Early Monday morning, local alchemist Aeryn Sallek reported that a large container of magical potion has been swapped with another, and it would seem that the mistaken jug has been sent out for delivery. According to Mx. Sallek, they sent a number of jugs out for delivery in a case with our local delivery extraordinaire, Sam Porter Bridges. The jugs were meant to contain a harmless, potable freeze-resistance potion for our town’s various water sources, in the interest of keeping water reserves drinkable in sub-freezing winter weather. However, when they returned to the shop, one of these potions remained on their counter while a love potion they’d been working on went missing.

“‘Love potion’ is kind of a misnomer, honestly,” Mx. Sallek is quoted to have said on the matter. “But ‘emotional acuity’ potion doesn’t quite roll off the tongue. Basically what it actually does is enhance existing romantic desire and embolden the user to be emotionally open. But Yorick should already know all this, since he’s the one who ordered it.” [Editing note: don’t forget to cut the last part of that comment before publishing. Cecil, you don’t need to include personal statements directed at reporters from these interviews!]

It’s unclear which area of town this particular potion ended up being injected into the water source, but according to Mx. Sallek, the potion was not particularly intense to begin with. It should be significantly diluted as to be harmless. Still, if you notice any strange symptoms such as butterflies in your stomach, a desire to burst into song, or inexplicable yearning, please file a report with the Safety Board at your earliest convenience.

FOOD SHORTAGES PUT STRAIN ON ISLAND ECONOMY

By Yorick Aberdeen

MARKET DISTRICT - While there are many things to celebrate this time of year, Marrow Isle is not without its adversity. Over these past months, many new members of our community have arrived by ferry after our numbers remained small and stagnant for many years. And the presence of our newfound neighbors has been a boon to all of us. Many artisans have opened useful businesses, medical professionals have expanded our access to healthcare, and a new fishing vessel has taken to the seas. However, despite a few additions, our farming community remains quite modest and planting was not planned with such incredible new growth in mind.

The unfortunate result of this is that food reserves on the island this year are uncharacteristically low. As such, Town Council has made the difficult decision to allow for the temporary inflation of food prices and the rationing of food staples.

“We understand the hardship this will place on the residents of Pumpkin Hollow,” said Mayor Poe in a statement after this decision was made. “But please know that we are all in this together. We hope to be able to offer a better incentive package for those interested in farming in the coming springtime.”

Page 1

Further Details...
Aurora

The dead of winter sheds all colors of the trees and flowers across Marrow Isle, but tonight, there are no stark whites and grays and browns.

Tonight, in the sky sprawling with stars above the dreary town, there are lights.

Sprawling trails of violet and green twist and wave through the sky, brightening the earth below and the sea beyond Jack's Marina in magical colors. The return of the borealis is something many Pumpkin Hollowites look forward to, and their reactions are very clear: people scurry down to the shores to watch with wide eyes, many retrieve telescopes, and some even borrow the decks of ships, abandoned for the night at the docks, to watch the sights.

It doesn't take long for this to change, however; the sea nor land are safe from the curse, and it's made quickly apparent that the sky is no exception.

At first, the sight seems like none more than an illusion, perhaps someone blinking and missing a strange shift of the lights. A glimmering outline forms around a cluster of stars, only slightly harder than any of the lines that define the aurora's rays. Several of these shapes form, each array of stars different from the last, some larger, some smaller.

And then, the stars begin to fall.

Seeming to peel off the painted sky, the ebbing colors surrounding the starlight drop, crashing to the world below. Some fall to the streets and beaches, while others fall into the forest, leaving view, or drop into the sea, leaving splashes and waves in their wake that ensure any watching knows full and well that this is not a trick of the light. At first, these shapes are unmoving, glowing masses of aurora-light with stars shining brightly within them. Most townsfolk are uneasy, but this seems to pale in severity to the other disasters, even if they lack any idea of what it could mean for them.

That is, of course, until the masses begin to move.

Each one is as varied as the constellation it stole from the sky: stars form suggestions of skeletal structures, and their "flesh", only consisting of swimming lights and liquid sky that steals any lights around them. Two identical glowing shapes rise to a face finally taking form, and slowly, moving more like gel than animal as it rises to freshly-formed legs, it settles on the closest living thing it can find.

There is no calculation in it, nor what seems to be a glimmer of thought.

It simply lunges with intent to kill.

Horoscopes [CW: Altered emotional states ]

Cecil’s disconcerting horoscopes have the following effects for the next few days:

  • Capricorn: misplaced things, particularly small objects
  • Aquarius: zoomies!
  • Pisces: intense paranoia
  • Aries: Disney princess-like magnetism to local fauna
  • Taurus: insatiable perfectionism
  • Gemini: reversed truth values; lies come out honest, being honest sounds like a lie.
  • Cancer: Pandora-esque curiosity, to the point of personal detriment
  • Leo: radiant glow emanating from your person
  • Virgo: figurative speech is manifested into the world with its literal meaning
  • Libra: a particularly potent desire for revenge
  • Scorpio: numbing of emotions (can be counteracted by love potion, partially)
  • Sagittarius: incapacitating indecision
(Don’t know your character’s sign? Feel free to just decide on one!)

Love Potion [CW: Altered Emotional States ]

Unbeknownst to the townsfolk, the “love” potion ended up in the water supply of the Oak & Iron. As promised by Aeryn, it is thoroughly diluted, as its recipients believed it to be a normal freeze-resistance potion to be mixed with their water.

The effects are not particularly intense. However, anyone who drinks any of the tavern’s housemade ale or cider, drinks the coffee, or eats any food that might require water to cook will experience symptoms of “emotional acuity”. This involves feeling more emotionally open, more receptive to positive feelings about others, a strong desire for physical or verbal affection, and the intensification of romantic or sexual attraction that you might already be experiencing. It will last about half a day. Just in time to help potentially land you a date for Merrymeet, a flower and fertility festival in early spring!

Famine [CW: Starvation and food scarcity ]

Food rationing and inflation will have the following impact:

Grocery budgets for apped-in characters will be reduced in their efficacy. Basic groceries will be only the most minimal of staples. You will likely go hungry if you do not find a way to supplement this. Bountiful groceries will be reduced to the amount of food normally contained in basic. Lavish groceries will not be available at all. Your grocery choices from Activity Check are not able to be modified for this month unless otherwise stated.

Bonuses and Discounts associated with the Farmer and Fisherman jobs are also reduced. Level 1 bonuses will be reduced to standard, which is to say how they would function for a non-Farmer/Fisherman character during a normal, pre-famine month. (ex. Whereas normally a Level 1 Farmer would get free Basic groceries, they will now have to pay the 50 Brass, but do not have the efficacy of Basic groceries reduced as described above.) Level 2 bonuses will be reduced to that of a Level 1 Farmer/Fisherman. (ex. Whereas a Level 2 Fisherman would normally be able to have Bountiful groceries discounted to 50 Brass, they now must pay full price for Bountiful groceries. However, they can still get Basic groceries for free and don’t suffer from the famine induced efficacy reduction for either budget.)

Oak & Iron Residents will only be able to receive bland, repetitive meals with their food vouchers consisting of simple broth, plain bread, bland potato dishes, and the like. It is enough to be fed and comfortable but it is incredibly unsatisfying. (This includes all new characters that are not apped-in.) Drinks, however, are still plentiful.

Characters who do not eat will find that their respective sources of fuel will be reduced to just barely enough to keep them functional, provided that they ration carefully. (Ex. Transformers may want to be less active. Vampires will find that victims cannot handle excessive blood loss without fainting and generally prefer to stay home.)

Characters who were present to fight the Mother Crab back in late summer and chose to can some of their crab can use it now!

Hunting, foraging, and fishing can help reduce the impact of these reductions, and people can share their food. You can absolutely die of starvation. After Merrymeet in February, food will return to normal.

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copia emeritus | ghost | prospective player

[personal profile] littlesunshine 2024-01-22 08:06 am (UTC)(link)

𝖕𝖔𝖘𝖙-𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑 + 𝖟𝖔𝖉𝖎𝖆𝖈


Somewhere new out of his time (as he avoids contemplating permanent death where he previously called home, with flippant aversion); sounds great!, what an adventure - why not? Stranger things have happened. The only thing he is currently mourning is his magnificent wardrobe in exchange for peasant garb - though he wears it well and continues to insist on finding clever and resourceful ways to maintain the face-paint. If you catch him without it, it is NOT intentional.

Enjoying a simple breakfast at his offered lodging, Copia flips open the local newspaper and skips the parts about famines and fleshy constellations out to kill at first, focusing on his zodiac.
LEO: Your incandescent personality often makes you the center of attention. However, that’s not the only thing about you that glows. Moths may flock to you in the dark this week, and so might children afraid to sleep with the lights out.
He touches a hand to his heart in display of flattered approval. Apparently he will be glowing and smothered in moths - cute little fellas - which to him sounds delightful. But onto more serious matters.

"Ah, famine, disaster, uncertainty. The usual suspects." He briefly folds the paper down and stares at absolutely nothing in particular. "Not so different from home then." Despite his moral inclination between chaotic neutral and chaotic evil by most people's standards, he sees himself differently, and lives in the nuance of the soul, and finds this upsetting. It does not take long for him to wish he could find a way to sponsor and head - at the very least - some sort of refuge, particularly one inclined towards keeping youth safe and housed.

His brow furrows as he - apparently - radiates an unusual glow a la the Leo horoscope. Biting into a scone, he continues contemplating to himself how he can be useful and help people here, first and foremost. Nothing else will ever matter more to him. Anywhere, ever. Besides, helping others allows him to put off contemplating his own problems, including how and why he is here and temporarily? deceased in the world he comes from.

𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖗𝖆 𝖘𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖑𝖎𝖘


Copia has seen the actual normal celestial wonder of the aurora borealis many times. This was. Not. Normal. Still beautiful, but when the stars seemed to fall to the ground, his brow-quirked, and he stood up, hastily grabbing binoculars to sate his curiosity and irrepressible bad Internal Feeling.

This was rewarded with the horrifying sight of seeing some of the constellations turn into fleshy mindless creatures that sauntered forwards in a way that left him glad he was observing from a distance, but also incredibly unnerved and concerned for others.

"What the fuck." Peeping through the binoculars, he repeats himself to possibly no one in particular, as he views from the balcony of where he finds his lodging. Still, he senses some other presence there and takes it for an audience - not that they can see what he sees.

"This is not what is supposed to happen on the aurora borealis. What the actual Eldritch fuck is this?" He is kind of impressed though, but he will keep that to himself, for now. He turns the viewers towards people nearby where the stars fell. "Should we...help them? This does not seem like it will end well."

How it would suck to be on this event's ground zero. How do you combat a constellation - and other questions he never thought he would sincerely contemplate.

𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖈𝖆𝖗𝖉


(OOC: this exists in case you want to come up with something entirely else and other to engage characters in. Copia is a Luciferian Pope with witch powers and necromancy and other dark and mysterious things, but he is also a sequins and sparkle obsessed very queer individual who's favorite part of his job is the rockstar element that comes with taking their gospels to the public and international scale. I am down for literally any idea you can fathom that fits the setting and might be intriguing and never want to limit anyone's imagination. So hit me with absolutely any and everything and feel free to DM me or message me on discord [@] copianoises or DM this account, or [personal profile] wretchedmischief ).
Edited 2024-01-22 08:11 (UTC)
thelatechrisfreeman: (regard (PB))

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[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-01-22 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
While Cerrit is staring into the fire one early evening, Chris approaches with two steaming mugs. They ask, "Would you like some tea, Cerrit?"

Away from the fire, it's still cold, and a little warmth to carry with you is a good thing.
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Aurora Shenanigans

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-22 08:13 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, we should help them!" The comment comes from above Copia, from the roof of the tavern, before a winged shape in a brown overcoat swoops down to street level, all feathers and talons. Cerrit may be employed as an Enforcer, but that's hardly the only reason he's getting involved. Unlike the citizens of the Hollow, he's a trained fighter.
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-22 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
Cerrit doesn't answer for a few seconds. When he does, it's with a bristle that fluffs all his feathers.

"Sorry, did you say something?"
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[personal profile] littlesunshine 2024-01-22 08:19 am (UTC)(link)
Copia stares upward - not a frequent gesture - and is surprised by what he sees. Bird man. Alright, sure. Why not?

He hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck. "How? I assume by your eagerness you must have ideas or at least very justified bravado."

Copia is good for cheeky humor and emotional support and resurrecting the dead and is not actually sure how he can be helpful in this case, but he is all ears. And eyes and other things.
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[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-01-22 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
Chris holds out one of the mugs toward Cerrit. "Tea. Would you like some?"

They send a little smile his way, trying for friendly assurance.
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arrival

[personal profile] witheredpeonies 2024-01-22 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
Annabel Lee sweeps into the Oak and Iron while Copia's reading the paper, all just-so curls and tidily embroidered blouse, a brooch in the shape of a black chess queen pinned to her vest, in search of a bowl of oatmeal and maybe some dried fruit. But at the sight of Copia, she pauses and does a pretty obvious up-and-down look.

"Another newcomer? I'd say you came at a bad time, but I'm not sure there's a good time."

Her accent is British, high class, almost snobby.
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[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-01-22 08:30 am (UTC)(link)
"You can serve your own interests and those of others at the same time," Chris points out, stepping back from the hug to regard her seriously. "You could have escaped the mine on your own, much quicker and without damage to yourself. You could have just killed César and not warned First Aid about the danger he might pose. And maybe all that was selfishly motivated, too... but others still benefited from the way you chose to defend yourself."

Chris shrugs, and heads over to the door. The winding is done now, and the pair ought to vacate the room eventually.

"Maybe for some it will shatter. But those who have such a rigid, brittle view of other people... I try not to be one of them."
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Leo Problems

[personal profile] graveling 2024-01-22 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
Moths aren't the only thing lured in by the glow, curious about everything going on. Look, Angel's the last person to judge anyone for glowing, but as he comes to deliver something or other from the farm's greenhouse to the Oak and Iron, Copia might notice him staring.

Of course, Angel's often accused of staring; he's not in the habit of blinking, or offering those tense thin-lipped smiles some people do to reassure those around that they mean no harm. It comes with the corpse thing.
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-22 08:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Get any civilians to safety--or at least out of immediate direct danger." Cerrit pulls out a pair of hand-axes, holding each in a scaly, taloned hand. "I'll engage the star-beast."

He's comfortable being the distraction, if it ends up keeping others safe.
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[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-22 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh! Uh..." He spends a moment looking at the mug, trying to figure out if it's large enough for him to dunk his beak into. There's a reason he usually orders a pitcher of beer for the whole night, instead of taking it a single pint at a time.

"Thank you, very kind of you to think of me." Well, at least holding the mug will warm his hands. His gaze drifts back to the flame.
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indeed

[personal profile] littlesunshine 2024-01-22 08:58 am (UTC)(link)
Copia casually assesses the new arrival without pointing out or even insinuating that he has any idea of the obvious. Who is he to judge? Besides, he is more comfortable with those who are deceased than he should admit any time soon to anyone, ever. Don't ask. Or do. What difference does it make?

He lowers his newspaper to assess the man across from him. A pale (very much dead) man staring and saying nothing. The only way Copia could make his reaction more pointed would be with reading glasses. He is silent for a few moments before gesturing at the chair across from him. "Please, sit. I can't have a handsome stranger standing there wordlessly."

He offers a reassuring smile for cushioning. Copia is happy to adjust and accommodate for a social guest. It almost seems as if he is unaware that this is not the world where his reputation and power means anything at all. He carries his title with him, regardless.
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[personal profile] graveling 2024-01-22 09:06 am (UTC)(link)
Angel does, as invited to, sit. "And having me sitting here wordlessly would be better?" Don't ask how he's talking without breathing, there's magic bullshit going on. It just works, okay?
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[personal profile] thelatechrisfreeman 2024-01-22 09:08 am (UTC)(link)
Chris did try to accommodate... "It's the biggest mug I could find," Chris explains.

"I didn't mean to interrupt if you're thinking over something important."
maltesefalcon: (sightwarden)

[personal profile] maltesefalcon 2024-01-22 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I was remembering...the events of the night before I arrived here." Well, that's a tidy gloss, isn't it? True, but not specific at all about what happened that night. And yet, he knows Chris will parse the most important detail: it was the night he died.
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[personal profile] littlesunshine 2024-01-22 09:21 am (UTC)(link)
Copia, un-phased and without blinking, staring with straight eye contact, says only, "I can hear you. I am not here to judge why. Actually, I don't know why I am here at all."

He nibbles at that scone.

"So...do you have a name?"

A delicate sip of whatever he is drinking without looking away.
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[personal profile] littlesunshine 2024-01-22 10:26 am (UTC)(link)
"The...star beast. Right."

Copia gathers himself and is legitimately unsure how to proceed.

"....Fine. Can you get me there quickly?" Not that he is keen on someone else flying him into danger without a clear way out, but, fine.

He is more than game, if it means being helpful.
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[personal profile] littlesunshine 2024-01-22 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
Besides the curls, the first thing he notices, with admiration, is the black queen brooch. For a moment - a passing moment that hopefully goes unnoticed - he misses his mother. He returns the up-and-down look, mostly for dramatic gesture.

His own accent is a strangely American influenced blend of mixed European accents. Though he speaks Italian, German, and Swedish fluently, it does seem like an awkward mix of the three. "I never come at a good time. Only precisely when I mean to."

He will absolutely pretend he isn't nerdishly quoting Gandalf from Lord of the Rings, because his sentiment is entirely sincere.
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Hello Aquarius, meet equally sleepless Leo + need for hugs

[personal profile] littlesunshine 2024-01-22 11:14 am (UTC)(link)
Copia isn't ever averse to hugs, but it does seem like it would be weirdly forced among this population he finds himself among.

Not that this causes a single reservation with whatever had clearly been slipped into his coffee. How else could he explain?

And so: "You don't have to leave me alone afterwards. I enjoy hugs."

Further thoughts kept to himself because time and place. "Cuddling afterwards is not encouraged."

One of his unique traits was accessibility. Not that it usually manifested so obviously.

"But I've love it."
Edited 2024-01-22 11:15 (UTC)
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-22 01:56 pm (UTC)(link)
There's a moment where she wonders if she heard that correctly, that he was flirting back. That didn't happen often at all. Perhaps it was just wishful thinking, or he was just humoring her. That would make sense; he seems nice so far, after all.

"Aren't you a sweet thing," she chuckles, twisting some in place so that he could see the leather work of her ankle-high boots and the decorative fluff of soft fur around the top edge. "Between you and me, the everyday fashion is a bit dull, but it can always be altered and spruced up a bit. I was just fortunate to be here when the bazaar was set up and people were feeling especially generous. The gentleman from the lighthouse decided that he liked my taste in winter clothes and had me help him pick some things for him. I got the impression that he wasn't used to doing that kind of thing for himself. I can certainly point you toward something when we've both got a bit of brass to spare."
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[personal profile] sistermagnetic 2024-01-22 02:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's all well and good, I'm sure you'll be able to kick the crap out of anything that holds still long enough, but fleeing is a different matter entirely," she argues, taking a moment to fuss Lev's clothes straight after so unceremoniously yanking them off their feet. She herself is dressed in a long skirt, though the hem of this is tucked up into the waistband of it, revealing strong legs clad in warm leggings, with serviceable boots of her own that aren't as much for fashion as, perhaps, stomping through snow and being intimidating in a bar. Her coat is definitely more fashion-forward, cropped and lined in soft fur. Between the two of them, they certainly make for an interesting sight hiding out away from the amorphous light monsters. Something else that she can't fight, herself. Go figure.

"Actually, I think that's new," she huffs, looking up toward the sky, then out at the passing figure of one of the aurora monsters. "Everything was pretty much fine when I first got here. Whatever is happening here is..." New and weird. Sorry, stringbean.
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[personal profile] witheredpeonies 2024-01-22 03:23 pm (UTC)(link)
The reference sails over her head (after her time), but she treats it as the clever statement it is.

“Welcome, then, to the uncertain present of the island. I’m Annabel Lee Whitlock, seamstress and stitch bitch. If you need help updating your wardrobe, that’s what I’m here for.”
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[personal profile] pineapplesalmon 2024-01-22 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
He takes the taloned hand with a bit of care, smiling. "César Salazar. Literally not even a week. The star creatures attacked my first night here."

Then, he considers something. "... if we're not already doing it, we should consider creating some places where rabbits can thrive. Access to food and shelter. It could boost the populations while letting them remain wild."
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[personal profile] lasthumanvoice 2024-01-22 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
“Is there a reason cuddles aren’t encouraged beyond the lack of privacy? Because I have a home! Where cuddles can happen!” Cecil’s intensity is dialed up to eleven naturally, and currently tuned to enthusiasm.
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[personal profile] graveling 2024-01-22 03:53 pm (UTC)(link)
“Folks call me Angel.”

The phrasing of the question brings a hint of a quirk to Angel’s lips. A ghost of a smile that doesn’t linger very long, as if his face takes a lot of effort to animate.

“And you? Were you named?”

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